The sky was dim, a purple moon casting an eerie glow, and the air was thick with the smell of sulfur.
An ordinary person would probably feel suffocated after spending even a short while here.
Dark red bloodstains covered the pitch-black earth.
Farther away, Flying Demons that resembled humans but had wings circled overhead.
Ferocious-looking Hellhounds launched charge after charge.
Besides them, Demonmen and lesser demons were fighting as well.
They were determined to slaughter every last intruder from the other plane!
These damned humans!
"Second Worship, this feels incredible! I can feel my potential increasing. Even the bottleneck that's plagued me for years is starting to loosen!"
Snake Lance Douluo laughed heartily, his eyes filled with excitement.
For ordinary people, the Demon Plane was no place to be. Even surviving in this world would be difficult.
But for a powerful Soul Master like him, this was practically a treasure land.
As long as he killed the demons of this world, he could receive energy feedback through the golden leaf mark on his hand. He could clearly feel his bodily functions and potential changing.
If this continued, advancing his cultivation would be the least of it. His future accomplishments would be beyond measure.
"Then stop wasting words. Killing a few more demons is worth more than anything else. You're not the only one who's noticed these benefits. Everyone's desperate to squeeze out every last ounce of strength."
As Golden Crocodile Douluo spoke, he casually killed a Flame Demon whose strength rivaled a Soul Douluo's.
As the Flame Demon's life essence was devoured, a mysterious power welled up inside him, making Golden Crocodile Douluo narrow his eyes in pleasure.
A voice in his heart also told him that, as long as he kept fighting, he would soon have a chance to